Hearing him say her name makes her smile, something in it calling to her old self, from before everything was pain and darkness. There's a connection between them now, however slight, and she's so very grateful for that as well.

But for now, she nods, more to herself than anything else, and then gestures out to the lake. "You should make another boat if you want," she suggests, the soft glow from all those little lights illuminating the water's surface. "You're pretty good at it."